Saint Patrick’s Day Parade

Unlike many New York celebrations St. Patrick’s day remains true to its roots-

  • Find a Bar
  • Get puking drunk
  • Punch somebody

Fortunately queers get posted to the front like Bulls at Pamplona so that men in kilts going commando while wailing on sheep bladders generally avoid the riot.

Politicians walk alone so you can spit on them if you like, provided you have trained for range.

You should wear hip boots.


TheMomCat (who will be leading the commentary) suggests I include an Irish fighting song.


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  1. Coverage on NBC.

  2. Back from the conclave.

  3. Because we gotta make money some way now that we’ve embraced austerity.

  4. Let Bacchus’ sons be not dismayed

    We’ll break windows, we’ll break doors,

    But join with me each jovial blade;

    The watch knock down by threes and fours;

    Come booze and sing, and lend your aid,

    Then let the doctors work their cures,

    To help me with the chorus.

    And tinker up our bruises.


    Instead of spa we’ll drink down ale,

    We’ll beat the bailiffs out of fun,

    And pay the reck’ning on the nail;

    We’ll make the mayors and sheriffs run;

    No man for debt shall go to jail

    And are the boys no man dares run,

    From Garryowen in glory.

    If he regards a whole skin.

    We are boys that take delight in

    Smashing the Limerick lights when lighting,

    Our hearts so stout have got us fame,

    Through the streets like Sporters fighting,

    For soon ’tis known from when we came;

    And tearing all before us.

    Where’re we go they dread the name

    Of Garryowen in glory.

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